Page 57 of Bonded By Christmas
I suck up my discomfort and brush the side of my thumb over her clit as I stuff two fingers inside her.
She thrusts her hips back and bosses me around, even though she’s sleepy and out of it. It helps me understand why there are such strict laws about consent once an omega goes into heat.
I don’t think she’s fully awake or asleep, more like in that fuzzy dream state when inhibitions are low, and it’s easier to focus on what feels good.
“You do know who’s about to make you come,” I say against the shell of her ear. “Right, little sister?”
“Wilder, are you always this annoying when you should be burying your cock inside me?”
That makes me snort.
“All in due time, beautiful. For now, I need you to come all over my hand,” I coo, stretching my fingers. It’s damn tempting, though, as her ass grinds perfectly against my length. She’s already ruined one suit today. Why not go for two? The wordruinedis subjective as fuck in this circumstance. She covered the first in the scent of her pussy, which made it impossible to wear out of the house, but it certainly wasn’t ruined in the typical sense. “I saw how jealous you got when you spotted Ness. It made me rock hard, but you should know by now, Lacey. There’s only one omega I’m interested in.”
“More of the fucking, less of the talking,” she groans, her pussy tightening around my fingers.
If I had a free hand, and her ass wasn’t plastered to my dick, I’d give her a solid swat. Instead, I prove exactly how down bad I am for her by giving her just what she asks for.
I make her come twice, and she finally falls asleep deeply enough that I decide to give her the opportunity to rest. It takes everything in me to force myself off the couch and into the bathroom to wash my hands, but I have work to do as I wait for the green light that we can leave. Especially if Lacey will be going into full-blown heat over the next couple of days.
I text Grim and Callum to remind them to update me when they feel it’s safe to leave. Otherwise, I mention we’ll be leaving with Raymond in an hour.
I try to type as quietly as possible as I craft an email on my laptop, but every keystroke seems to annoy the sleeping omega, so I switch to my phone. It’s a delicate process of needing to convince the O’Connor brothers that they’ll be happier withoutVanessa purposely making their life hell while not writing anything that could come back to bite me in the ass if the Chapmans ever come across said email.
Honestly, I think the entire business of arranged marriage contracts is archaic. It’s probably about time we leave that concept in the past, but I’m just the broker.
I send the email and put my phone down, only to jolt when Lacey appears next to my chair.
She lost her dress at some point, but she has the blanket wrapped around her from behind. “You left me.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you could use some sleep.” I twist my chair to the side to prepare to push myself up, but Lacey has other plans. She somehow maneuvers her legs through the arm holes. I’m baffled how she fits, but it allows her to push up on her tiptoes to bring our faces closer together.
“I’m naked and crampy, and I think I’m running a fever.” Her soft hand lands on my chin, tilting it down. “You’re going to fuck me now. Right, Wilder?” If her fingers are any indication of how hot she is all over, then that makes this an emergency.
Now isn’t the time to be altruistic or to stick to some made-up plan in my head about how our relationship will progress.
“I think it’s more of you fucking me, at least in this position.” I bring a hand to cradle the back of her head and push my lips to hers. I finally understand what Callum and Grim meant about her scent. The taste of sweet pears fills my mouth as our tongues dance. It’s not just faint hints of it, either. There’s still that base layer of something stormy, but when she’s hyper-aroused, apparently I’m able to pick out the tones they described more easily.
Lacey pulls her hands between us and works on getting my pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Even the way the backs of her hands brush my lower stomach threatens to make me squirm. IfI had access to an omega thermometer, I’d pop it into her mouth instead of my tongue.
She succeeds at getting my zipper down, and I push up on my feet as she shoves my pants and boxer briefs down in one go.
“Damn, the arms of your chair are trying to rip off the tops of my thighs,” she grumbles, wrapping her hand around my half-hard cock.
I’m about to offer to move to the couch, but she shoves her mouth to mine, and I’m not sure I could lift us both out of the chair without pinching her legs.
Lacey’s pheromones burst in the air, and every inhale makes my head foggier. I’ve waited forever for this moment. I wish I could take my time, but life doesn’t always play out according to plan. She runs her fingers over my crown, and a low growl rattles out of my chest.
Lacey sobs, and her head falls to the side as she offers me her throat.
It’s tempting to add my bite just below Grim’s, but unlike my packmates, I’d like to woo her a little before sinking my teeth in. I have the advantage of knowing she won’t be able to get away, so that gives me a sense of security about waiting.
“You don’t need to offer me your throat.” I groan as she pulls my tip through her drenched pussy. “I want you to be my equal in all things.” Using my hand on the back of her head, I guide her neck to my mouth and flick my tongue out, teasing over Grim’s bondmark.
Lacey trembles and gives no warning as she sinks down my length.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lacey
